Mountain and Riverside musings
What comes out of your stillness …...A lot of what you have gathered ---longing, yearning in your days of loving and nurturing...some dusty , few brilliant, like pearls and beads threaded / strung together in your memories to be worn like a jewel when gold and silver seem of little worth.
But one never ceases to create new memories, while nature never fails to amaze with a brilliant display of colors and hues. The sun just sits there and shines. The sky, clouds and trees just dance around it to create magic for the beholder, the tired traveler who moves forward with a zest anew, refreshed with a gôut /sip /taste of the magic potion of nature’s bliss.
To climb to the top of the mound of rocks and earth, to watch the play of clouds like fumes, like the steam rising from a morning cup of coffee, like wisps rising from a smoker’s gaping mouth, like balls of cotton covering the river’s surface, like a shroud covering the highest peaks, like a misty haze through which you walk as if through a fountain with a spray of water which never descends to the ground, but just sits on your face, skin ,eyes and gathers like brilliant jewels on your shroud/vetements which slides it off like a monk who has no use of all the brilliant diamonds that befall him, like the petals of flowers and fresh green leaf which takes the falling stream of water, but never soaks its skin in the falling rain.
Riverside musings
The running water, pushed by the wind riding over it, through stony grounds making eddies, resisting the push of the gusts of wind, and climbing the obstacles underneath it on the river bed. Just bend over the stones, jump, skip over the troubles, until it is a smooth flow again, until it hits another block of rock….speaks of the flow of life…...from before its birth as a glacier, to its restless infancy...waterfalls, and tender teens…..streams, to youthful energy of rapids, and then a mature, deep, wise, wide river flowing quietly while hiding rocks beneath its surface...having learnt the wisdom to overcome and overshadow their mischievous obstacles.
Never giving up, always flowing, ready to take up the challenges even after a long and steady journey.
As life takes millions of years to evolve, and as this one moment is a fraction of those millions of years, I know I am a tiny part of this slow evolution to whatever shape it will take….which I will never know….until those millions of years have passed. It will ever remain a mystery to me as to what part I played and witnessed in that chain of evolution…..unless my consciousness has also lived...and will continue to live….through those eons of time.
I watch people come and go, and I sit and sip my cups while the flow of river continues beside me. Water flows away, never to return. Time flows away too, giving something intangible yet precious in its wake. I cannot hold either in my hand. My mind knows it well and lets it flow, let it go…...
